panning rush
a man made of leatherlooks backwondersthen wanders
I swallow aburning pomegranatecommon rockssloshing in the silt of my weedy water
please come back
sift away my murk...
“Giddy up. I’ll make coffee,” he says.One floor below. Right underneath us.It’s Wednesday morning.I’m excited about the shoot.I think.I need coffee.Stairs. Clothes. Knock.Downstairs. Espresso.Giddy...